With the other, he held her ponytail in a firm grip and snapped her head back so that she was staring into her mesmerizing green eyes. So incredibly h...ndsome, she thought. Wait, she panted as he leaned in to kiss her, George&hellip, he wanted me to record this&hellip, Harry looked at her curiously and murmured, Ah, so the Weasley family trait rears its head again. What? she asked, confused. Never mind, he said, his lips millimeters away from hers, Wheres the orb? On&hellip, the&hellip, table,. Besides, Idon't think it will come to that, will it?" Right then and there I should have called his bluff. But the fact of thematter was that I wanted to wear those clothes. How could he have knownwhat I was thinking? But it wasn't because I'm a pervert or anything likethat. The bra he had was exactly the same style as that lacy, low-cutblack one you wore that night you gave me the warm milk enema. And theidea of wearing them under my shirt without those other guys knowing athing, well it was. "Get away, get away from me! Don't touch me!" she choked out, trying to scramble off the bed.Her resistance infuriated the lust-inflamed youth. All remaining traces of reason fled from his mind, and the only reality he was aware of was the burning ache in his erectly throbbing penis."Get back over here, goddamn it!" he yelled at the cringing redhead, then brutally flung his thin yet powerful body down to pin her nakedly to the bed. Jill gasped weakly as the impact of his weight knocked the wind. “Erm …” Beth stammered, a mixture of wine and trepidation clouding her mind and blunting her normally excellent communication skills. “I’m sorry if we offended you, but um, you know, it wasn’t because we were trying to wind you up”.The workman didn’t pause for a moment “It’s fine, don’t worry about it”, he said broodingly.After a moment Beth then ventured “You know, you didn’t have to say … you know … that word … its very …”“What? Cunt you mean?” Andrew replied curtly. The explicit use of the.